Maybe Destiny? : The struggling of the Loath

Andria

Despite the fact that I know I am in a fantasy novel right now and anything could happen here, I know for sure that this won't end in an 'Enemy to Lover' trope, because the person standing in front of me is not simply my enemy, He's my doom, My death.

How the hell I ended up this way?

(Flashback)

The soothing smell of coffee and bacon was  taking over me. I opened my eyes and my sight fell straight on the digital alarm Evangeline, My best friend bought me as a gift.
It said '8:30 a.m' in big font in the center and today's day and date in top right corner so small I could barely see.
Its 8:30am , my brain repeated and I jumped off my bed and the realisation kicked in. "shit!" I said underneath my breath while running here and there to get ready.
I was running late for my work, I felt the panic thriving inside of me as swift as a bullet. Its my third time this week.
I work at a Barista. It wasn't the best job , but it was sufficient enough for us to manage and have a good life. At least a peaceful one.
I was supposed to be there at 8:00am. The Barista opens at 7:30am but since the manager was a friend of mine she didn't mind me arriving at 8:00am but the point was that right now its 8:30am or maybe past that considering the time I took for getting ready.
I wore a simple oversized sweater and ripped jeans. I couldn't waste anymore time on choosing what to wear.
I ran inside the kitchen and Evangeline was setting the table for breakfast. She looked up to meet my gaze , her brunette hairs were tied in a messy bun and a small strand was hanging infront of her eyes and a mocking smile formed on her face.

" Oh my! You woke up so early Andria, You should sleep a bit more , not like you have work" Her sarcasm sliced through my self respect and shattered it in pieces.
" why the hell you didn't wake me up? you could've shaked the shit out of me to wake me" I sat down on the chair next to the table and filled the egg and bacons in my mouth all together with sips of my coffee.
Evangeline shot her eyebrows up in disbelief  "I didn't wake you up? Andria, I literally moved the whole bed by an inch while trying to wake you up by shaking you,There is probably a hole in the ground. If only someone didn't sleep like a sloth"

I don't really blame her, When I sleep its as if my soul had left my body, I am practically dead and not asleep, So it can be a hard job to wake me up.
After breakfast I rushed to take a taxi because I've already missed my bus.
I sat inside the taxi and gave the destination details, The panic inside me was still thriving and I was out of breath because of all the running.

I rubbed my sweaty palms on both of my thighs , evened my breath, took my phone out and  texted Marry, the manager of Barista ' Hey, I am running late, Evangeline fell sick so had to buy her the meds ' 
to which she replied 'You both really are destined to be each other's, soulmates you know' 
My nose wrinkled with suprise ' What do you mean? ' I asked out of curiosity 'She just texted me that she was sick and you might run late because you were buying her meds, You guys really are some good partners but too bad because Evangeline just posted a pic of her cooking breakfast and I can see you sleeping behind her in the room darling 😑😑'
I narrowed my eyes as wrinkles formed between my eyebrows. Evangeline did what? I hastily went on her insta account and there it was. She was standing in the picture with the plate of bacons and egg that we had for breakfast in her hand and right behind there was my face. My mouth was half opened and one of my arm hanging down the bed and rest of my body rolled up in my blanket. My facial expression looking half dead.

I gasped and my eyes widened and my cheeks tinting red as the embarrassment was filling in.
Busted
Evangeline is so dead.
I texted her 'IDIOT! IN YOUR LATEST POST MARRY SAW ME SLEEPING IN THE BACKGROUND!!!!'
She saw the text and didn't reply. She knew what she's done. A second later I saw the post was deleted from her account.
There is no point now.
I let out a heavy stressful sigh and stuffed my phone inside my purse knowing there is no way out anymore.
Our kitchen and my room was right opposite to each other with a small pathway in between leading on right , to the entrance door and to left, to the stairs for upper floor where was Evangeline's room.

'You guys really are some good partners'

A small laugh got out of my throat as this one line texted by Marry unlocked the box of old memories that was locked somewhere in the corner of my mind. Memories of days when we were living the best times of our life. When we were spies.

Evangeline looked at me and gave me sign to cover her while she shoots. I agreed. 
On the count of three she started firing and I gave her cover as decided. The room was filled with the noise of bullet shooting sounds and painful moans and screams of people who were getting shot.
The bullet proof jacket we were wearing was doing a great job . I could feel the adrenaline rush inside me giving me the pleasure I always seeked.
Soon all the guards were lying dead on the floor. We walked Swiftly further in while stepping on them just because it was satisfying to our ear and heart.
Our chief was captured by one of her old enemies and he was holding her hostage. Our mission was to get her back. alive. And that enemy.dead.
We were standing infront of the room where Our chief, Venenifer ,was supposed to be according to the intel we got. The room was locked by digital technology and we had no idea what the passcode could be and our cyber team was working on hacking the system and unlocking the door. My stomach was twisting with anxiety and fear. My breaths became heavy and fast. Sweat rolling down my forehead and tension, fear and anxiety was all I could feel. What if she was gravely injured?What if she was dead? What if she was not there and the intel was wrong?
My mind was filled with the 'What if's'. Venenifer was not only the chief for us. She was closest to what we called family. She took us in when we had nowhere to go.If she died-
"Its open" Evangeline said with the same fear dripping in her words. She gave me a  tight nod  and I reciprocated by doing the same. Her grip on the door knob tight and firm. She opened the door and- "We arrived"

My chain of thoughts was broken when the taxi driver spoke.
The driver was looking at me through the back mirror. I took a quick breath to get out of my thoughts and let the present situation I was in sink in.
I gave him the amount we decided on after some bargaining I did.
He left right after he got his money. My eyes followed the taxi until it disappeared after taking the first turn.
Another heavy sigh came out as nostalgia of few seconds ago sunk in.
I walked inside the Barista from the backdoor and got near my locker.
The old memories I had kept in the  box rushed back in and locked themselves up to be opened some other day.
After my thoughts disappeared, I saw Marry was sobbing and saying something while the others surrounded her.
"Whats going on?"

End of Pov. ( Important note : )

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